I’m A Teenager??? Last night I met the cheese out…

I’m A Teenager???

Last night I met the cheese outside of an art gallery in Chelsea. When she arrived we hugged and kissed hello. While we were smooching I could hear two kids in the background commenting on our kissing. They were a boy and a girl about the ages of 7 and 10. I kept hearing things along these lines:

“Ewwww….”
“Gross….”
“I can’t believe they’re doing that!”
“They’re kissing!”
“Disgusting.”

I was being amused by these comments, especially since as a little kid I used to do the very same thing. Then I heard this:

“I can’t believe those teenagers are making out!”

They thought we were teenagers? I had to process their words and try and decipher sarcasm. Nope, no sarcasm. I know I look young, but a teenagers???? Ms. Cheese certainly didn’t mind being confused with being that of a teenager.

Thanks kiddies.

Then I went to the opening, saw some good photos of monkeys, then really bad paintings that were ridiculously overpriced, some saw really good art that would easily fit into the first floor of MoMa – I really like the first floor of the new MoMa.

Then I went to the monkey party. That’s right, a monkey party, and yes there was in fact a real live monkey there. It was way fun.

Pic(s) to follow, hopefully.

I thought that I might be able to figure out a photoshop type program in very little time and make the monkey more easy to see in these pics, and can’t for the life of me figure it all out in three minutes.

If there are any gurus out there, go for it, fix it up, post it up in comments or email them to me.

All three shots were taken by the cheese on the cheese’s cell phone.

fyi, It looks gross white in the background due to the monkey’s best interest. It had much better ambience in person.